You know what it looks like to me, with your big dick love and your cheap shoes? It looks like you're a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you,Sarah? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure Cleveland, Ohio. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the LPSG.